"Hey," Molly replies, smiling at the sight of Clarke. That much, at least, she doesn't have to try to fake. Clarke has become a good friend, and she hasn't got many of those left. At least in part, that's why she's here in the first place. She needs to get all of this out, too, to process it in a way that doesn't involve keeping it trapped in her own head, but with one more person gone, the one she used to fall asleep beside every night, there's a comfort in seeing those who are still here. Nodding towards the smudge of paint on Clarke's cheek as she steps inside, she asks, "Getting some painting done?"